Sense of time

They say Time doesn’t exist. They say it’s something created by us the human beings, who at a certain stage of our history decided we needed to plan every minute of our lives.

Time doesn’t exist. You can’t touch it, you can’t see it. But it comes, goes, flies. Abstract actions, but we also use the same kind of abstract verbs when we put ourselves in relation to Time: we can lose it, or seize the day, take a chance. Actions open to infinite and indefinite choises. Time exists, but it’s the utmost intangible thing, and the one that can influence our life so deeply.

It may appear as a leaf turning red, a new line on the face of a loved one, the tea getting cold, an ancient place.

On occasion, Time seems to be unfair. It can even make us feel born at the wrong time; some other times we feel we have met the right person at a wrong point of the world’s history. It’s like Time fails, miscalculates. But no, Time can’t calculate, it’s all about instinct, and instinct can’t fail. We just need to find the right point of view on what happens. It migth be that everything has to happen in certain junctures. You can be so lucky to understand very early what you want in life, while for me it could take longer.

Then, there are other moments when it seems you’re sucked in a limbo, from which you can take revenge on Time, crying out: “Time, you don’t exist! I can live without you for a few days!”. This just happened to me, stuck in bed for high fever, having to postpone the realization of my dream. But that dream is now at my fingertips, and maybe I even needed this flu-break.